Original text and translations

English text

Sweet Kate of late
Ran away and left me plaining
"Abide!" I cried,
"Or I die with thy disdaining."
"Tehehe" quoth she,
"Gladly would I see
Any man to die with loving.
Never any yet
Died of such a fit;
Neither have I fear of proving."

Unkind! I find
thy delight is in tormenting:
"Abide" I cried,
"Or I die with thy consenting."
"Tehehe" quoth she,
"Make no fool of me!
Men I know have oaths of pleasure;
But their hopes attain'd,
they bewray they feign'd,
And their hopes are kept at leisure."

Her words, Like swords,
Cut my sorry heart to sunder
Her flouts With doubts
Kept my heart's affections under.
"Tehehe" quoth she,
"What a fool is he
Stands in awe of once denying"
Cause I had enough
To become more rough;
So I did. O happy trying!